Amy Drunkenly Met the Two Girls and Got Herself in Some Trouble
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How Amy Witnessed Two Girls Hooking Up in Her Apartment Building’s Lane Way Continued Third part
38-year-old married working mum Amy from Sydney had her wishes spectacularly come true a second time when she saw the two girls hooking up outside her kitchen window again. It gave her a powerful imagination to play around in her head, but Amy never thought she would be able to join in on the fun.
Since the last time Amy saw the girls, more weeks went by without action. This time she was less worried as the first two hook ups were strong enough to fulfill her desires and she had less pent up sexual frustration. A change in her already happened, she just had to find out what to do with it.
Almost a month later, Amy still had not seen the girls outside on the nights she checked. She decided to forget about it for a couple of days. And luckily, a close friend’s birthday celebration was coming up on a weekend she would be home alone. Her husband was going along as a supervisor on a camping trip organized through her kids’ school and they would be away from the Friday until Sunday night.
Amy would miss them, of course, but could have an extra good time that Friday night celebrating with her friend. They lined up a girl’s night for it and planned to drink at a rooftop bar for cocktails.
It was rare for Amy to have a girls’ night AND for it to be so carefree. Usually she would have worries lingering in the back of her mind about if the dinner fulfilled everyone or if the kids were put to bed and being looked after. With that night’s home alone feeling Amy managed to pause all those worries for a couple of hours and enjoyed herself thoroughly.
The celebratory vibe in the group, the atmosphere of the rooftop bar and its view, the respectful attention they were getting from the people around them and drinking without a worry – it brought Amy back to her younger days. She wanted to continue having a great time when everyone else wanted to go home at 10 PM.
She had to keep reminding herself the others were not home alone and therefore could not have as much fun as she could that night. Although the feeling of ending a great buzz early was disappointing.
After everyone said goodbye, Amy managed to buy a 4-pack of apple cider cans from a pub with a shop before closing time and made her way to a nearby bus stop. Amy justified the ciders would keep her more company at home.
Luckily, the bus turned up moments after Amy to take her on a short trip of stops along the way home. And even more luckily, two stops after she got on Amy noticed two familiar faces boarding and sat together in the last remaining available row sideways across. The two girls – Oh my god! Amy blew her own mind.
One of the girls glanced at Amy as they sat down in their seats. It prompted Amy to act normal but panicked her on the inside. You technically don’t know them, look away! – she repeated to herself multiple times.
As the bus went along its route, Amy pretended to be looking either outside or on her phone. But she also kept paying attention to when the coast was clear for a direct look. And luckily, the inside of the bus windows also reflected enough to provide Amy with an image of them.
Amy wondered if one of the girls wore the same skirt and top from the first night she saw them, it looked very similar and revealing. The other girl wore the black jeans and light jacket combination. Amy was captivated by how attractive both girls looked up close and thought they were probably going back home too after a night out with friends. Or maybe a date night between them. But on the bus, they were both on their phones and did not interact that much.
Just as Amy reached for the stop signal, she locked eyes again with the girl in the jeans. It was a cute stare that Amy returned with a friendly smile.
When the bus pulled over at her stop, Amy noticed the two girls also got up and walked off the bus in front of her. She nervously tapped off with her card and put it back in her wallet outside while the bus pulled away. From a short distance she saw the girls walked in the same direction as she was headed.
Amy nervously clutched her bag of ciders and tried to follow them in a way that was not creepy. Keeping a safe distance a normal stranger would do.
The more careful she tried to be, the closer she seemed to get to the two girls. Amy watched them go into the same lane way as hers, and once around the corner saw the girls standing still in the middle of the lane way’s intersection. She knew she had to pass them and braced herself to not appear tipsy in case she had to say hello.
“Hey! Sorry, have you got a light?” The girl in the black jeans directly asked Amy as she approached.
Amy noticed both girls turned to her, one of them holding a packet of smokes. She wanted to start off on the right foot with them and felt a strong urge to be cool. Amy had to think fast to reply with something but calmly and confidently answered –
“Yeah, mind if I also have one? I’m having a great night, and this would be a great way to finish.” Amy replied. She surprised herself with how quickly she came up with it.
The girls gave each other a cheeky look, with a mischievous smile that was still bordering on the innocent side.
“Sure, would you mind sharing your drink? A puff for a drink and we all win.” The girl in the jeans playfully negotiated.
“Deal.” Amy quickly replied.
“Come, follow me. We have a little spot nearby that’s perfect for a smoke. You live here?” The girl instructed and asked Amy to strike a conversation. The other girl in the skirt remained silent for the most part but occasionally gave Amy a friendly glance.
Amy followed and vaguely answered their question that she lived in the area. She immediately asked similar questions in return to find out more about them. Their energy started off the right way and Amy successfully met them for the first time even though she already saw quite a bit of them before. It was almost like getting to know a celebrity personally.
She also hid the fact she knew which spot they were going to, the bushy small pathway in between the buildings only Amy’s kitchen looked over at.
In the same spot Amy watched them hook up before, they stood in a triangle closer to each other when the girl in the jeans took out a smoke. Amy reached inside her jacket pocket for the lighter, one a friend gave Amy earlier that night to hide the fact she was smoking.
“This one we call a minty. It has a filter you pop, and we sprinkled some of our own secret ingredient to make it more fun.” The girl confidently explained and took the lighter from Amy.
Amy reached inside her bag and pulled out a can of cider. She popped the can and offered the first sip to the girl in the skirt. She knew exactly what was in the smoke, she smelled it as soon as the girl in the jeans sparked the first light. Why not?! Amy confidently asked herself, she used to have fun nights with it years ago and that night was a great moment to relive it again without any responsibilities at home.
Amy felt comfortable with the girl in the jeans, but the other girl intimidated her more. The up-close beauty and the thick voluptuous body with thighs and cleavage were almost unbearable. But her face was more innocent.
In the couple of minutes it took to finish the smoke and can of cider Amy found out more about the girls.
They were both from Tasmania and grew up together as friends. They mutually decided to move to Sydney for their studies and together with a third flatmate moved into a nearby 3-bedroom unit. That flatmate, a Chinese Australian girl, was out for the entire night so they were also celebrating in the city.
“Want to come to ours for another drink? We have some ice, snacks, maybe another smoke…” The girl innocently baited Amy.
“If you don’t have any other plans of course…” The girl followed up, giving Amy an out.
“No, that’s fine, I’ll come with. I’m thirsty for another drink anyway and you girls are fun. Glad we met.” Amy replied and decided to go for it.
Amy put out their minty in the empty can of cider and bagged it with the rest. She quietly followed the girls back into the lane way, and up the block to their apartment building. Amy recognized it and soon found out how it looked like from inside.
As soon as Amy walked into their unit, she noticed the large living room in front of her with a couch and TV setup. On the left were the kitchen, bathroom and presumably the bedrooms. It looked large and spacious mostly due to being minimally decorated. With just a few pieces of furniture in the living room, it looked a bit bare bone. But the dark blue carpet looked nice and well-kept.
The girl in the skirt sat down on the right end of the couch and inadvertently flashed her panties and thighs to Amy who was looking at the TV reflection from behind the couch. It was quite obvious, and the girl made no effort in keeping her legs closed. Amy cracked a smile.
“Come, join me. Ice cubes are on the way for your cider or some wine.” The girl gently requested.
Amy slowly walked around the girl in the skirt and sat down next to her in the middle of the couch. She sat upright on the edge just like the girl, not leaning back into the seat.
YouTube started up on the TV by the time the girl in the jeans came back with cups of ice for everyone and a bottle of red wine. Amy froze and barely reacted. She was in disbelief about sitting in between her two crushes in such flirty circumstances. What one night of drinking and some luck could lead to…
“Have we seen each other before? I feel a familiarity, it’s nice but unexpected.” The girl in the jeans suddenly asked.
“No, don’t think so. I would remember.” Amy replied innocently, not sure about what to do or say next. Even too nervous to sip from her cider.
“Oh well, it’s great meeting you.” The girl in the jeans replied and carefully ran her hand down the middle of Amy’s back.
Amy let it happen, and finally tilted her head to sip from her drink. She caught a glimpse of the two girls’ facial expressions who were trying to be sneaky behind Amy. Seemingly nervous themselves about this encounter. On the TV was a compilation of Steve Harvey on his game show.
“Yeah, it’s fun we met.” Amy answered, giving both girls a quick look.
“Relax, here, lean back in the couch, it’s comfy. Steve will entertain us with his jokes and reactions.” The girl in the jeans suggested, raising a glass to toast Amy.
Amy slumped down into the couch with her hands and legs together. It took her a few minutes to fully relax and open her body language. The girls took multiple sips of their drinks and laughed at some of the segments.
Around 5 minutes went by when Amy felt the first physical contact. Although not quite the direct sexual move Amy feared might happen, more of an innocent and accidental knee brushing. But as light as it was, it felt very magnetic and Amy instinctively brushed back and stared at all their legs in front of her.
Her sense of time became blurry and Amy lost track of what the girls were focusing on. She got lost in her own train of thought which was conflicted like never before.
Half of what she was thinking was innocent and shy – What am I doing here with these girls, I should be getting ready for bed, They probably want to do each other and not with some third wheel around, Why did I come in the first place?
The other half of her thoughts was far more interesting and exciting – They are the ones who started double-teaming my knees, They asked me to come, They sandwiched me on the couch, This could happen! Focus!
The latter won. Amy wanted to ask them if they were girlfriends but instead mumbled a bunch of words.
“What?” The girl in the skirt giggled back to Amy.
“Are you two, girlfriends?” Amy clarified.
The two girls looked at each other for a moment with a naughty smile.
“Not exactly…” The girl in the skirt cheekily replied.
As she said it, the girl in the jeans leaned over towards the other girl and planted a kiss on the mouth. One kiss became two, three and then the mouth opened and included a sexy amount of tongue that stunned Amy.
That was the tipping point. Amy’s mind was blank but turned on to an electric frequency that made her want to close her eyes and participate in everything the girls wanted to do.
As they kept building up the fire in the kissing, Amy sat upright again near them and watched in awe. The girls simultaneously placed their hands on Amy’s thighs but never broke their kiss.
Without thinking anything this time, Amy joined in. She ran her hands down each girl’s back and lingered her fingers at the edge of their panties. This prompted the girls to turn their focus to Amy.
First, the girl in the jeans quickly planted her lips on Amy’s and explored with her tongue. In no time, Amy got passed to the girl in the skirt who without warning also leaned in and took over from her friend. Amy kept her mouth slightly open when they swapped, giving herself to the moment.
Amy felt the girl in the skirt take charge of their kiss, grabbing Amy by the head and sticking her tongue harder against Amy’s. Like 0 to 100 in about 10 seconds, the girl in the blue jeans caressed Amy’s breasts and sides, turning her body on the couch to sit upright facing Amy. So she could also kiss Amy’s neck.
With her eyes closed – Amy felt the two girls seducing her body. Hands reached down to the middle of the thighs and used each other’s strength to stroke Amy’s wet panties under her own jeans. It felt amazing to have two girls into you, Amy recalled it with her eyes twinkly.
Amy’s jeans got unbuttoned and zipped down. When she felt one hand go inside to stroke her more, she felt another hand returning to playfully cup her breasts.
When she leaned back into the couch again, one of the girls leaned in closer to keep kissing her and the other fully explored her legs and between them.
When one of the girls tugged on her jeans, she pushed her hips up, allowing the jeans to be slid down for more access. Amy did it as if she was experienced, knowing she was not.
Amy also had one hand wrapped around the girl’s head she was kissing, the other provided guidance to the hand inside her panties. She could hear herself moaning in the room, the oldest yet the most inexperienced one.
Amy’s toes curled with 4 hands and 2 mouths on her. She gave guidance to the hand in her panties to go faster and grip it harder. No nonsense anymore, make it feel good girl! Amy mumbled under her breath.
“Come here, sit down on the floor.” The girl in the jeans instructed.
The girls backed off from Amy and slowly helped her to sit on the floor in front of the couch.
“Rest your head against the couch, here…” the girl in the skirt helped to tilt her head back for support.
The girl in the jeans was on her knees next to Amy, sliding down her jeans even more. One leg was off and the other was slid down out of the way. Amy was technically still clothed, but fully exposed as well with her jeans and panties around her ankle.
In a strangely synchronized move, one girl dove open-mouthed between Amy’s legs while the other girl squatted down in front of Amy’s face from the top to sit on her extended tongue.
Amy remembered it as an out-of-body experience. All her previous experiences with girls from her own younger days flashed through her mind. How they all could not help her with what she was doing with these girls. How she had the taste and slime of the beautiful and thick girl’s bottom lips inside her mouth, coated all along her tongue. How the girl’s girlfriend was chewing her own crotch out like a hungry cat at a bowl.
When Amy opened her eyes slightly, she saw the girl in the skirt hovering over her face. She could look up the girl’s top and saw how the girl was still fully clothed but pulled her panties aside for Amy. What she was doing for the girl she also felt herself, with the other girl munching away at Amy with a comparable hunger.
The taste was like a sweet syrup to Amy, something she could get used to every day of her life. While she did not remember it tasting this good from her younger days, in that moment it was so amazing Amy’s tongue went in cruise control. Lapping away at the girl’s inner lips placed right on top of her already drenched face. There was no escaping this messy job that Amy truly enjoyed.
Even though she felt the other girl sometimes take a small break from licking her, Amy kept at it. She did not want any breaks, she wanted to eat the thick girl in the skirt more.
After one of the small breaks, the girl in the jeans returned with a finger inside Amy. When her tongue continued on Amy’s slit, she could literally count 1 to 10 and the intense pressure from her lower stomach was relieved. An instant, almost forgotten climax, gushed itself out of Amy at a pace that was hard to breath along to.
For a moment Amy stopped licking, but still had her mouth pressed against her girl’s lips. She had to get her breath back after a deep and powerful climax.
The girl with her folded skirt stood up, still in front of Amy. The other girl did the same and held her girlfriend for another passionate kiss. Amy wiped her mouth and twitched her body slightly, looking up at the two girls from in between them on the floor.
“You’re not done yet.” The girl in the jeans said, as she pulled down her girlfriend’s soaked panties and pushed Amy’s face forward into the wet lips.
Amy used her hands to hold the girl by her side and ass cheeks, adjusting her neck to where her tongue could go down the entire length of the slit. From the bottom to the top of Amy’s tongue she was able to apply pressure from the bottom to the top parts of the girl’s crotch.
Normally, the sound of slurping on a wet fruit would make a sober Amy feel self-conscious. But the buzz she had that night, coupled with the slurping and the girls’ hearing it and giggling as a result, was the perfect soundtrack to Amy’s fantasies. Whenever she would think back to this moment, eating another girl while sitting on the floor, she would also remember the taste and sound of it. The overall experience was powerful enough to make the whole body hungry while the mind remained blank.
Amy felt the other girl guide her head gently. The girls kissed each other to the same rhythm Amy was eating, in line with each other’s energy.
There was a point that made Amy tired, regardless of how much she was into it. For the last couple of minutes the girl needed to build herself up, Amy had her eyes closed. Her entire mind’s concentration was focused on the cruise control motions with her mouth. The rest of her brain was slowly shutting off.
When the girl reached her peak, Amy found it hard to distinguish whether her mouth was still moving along with the girl or whether the girl was moving her tongue in return. She felt shaking, spasming, twitching and heard moaning. Amy’s receiving mouth was drenched in a layer of juice that was of a salted caramel background.
When the girl stepped away, Amy used her last bit of energy to catch her breath.
Amy sat on the floor, the girl in the jeans checked her phone and the girl in the folded skirt brought back two bottles of water from the kitchen. She gave Amy a bottle and shared the other with her girlfriend.
Eventually, they helped Amy up and adjusted each other’s clothes. Not much was said after their encounter peaked.
“Our flatmate will be home soon.” The girl in the jeans interjected.
“That’s ok, I need to go home. Thank you…” Amy replied and paused her last words.
“Here is my number…” The girl in the jeans said while Amy checked her messages. She took Amy’s phone and typed her number, then dialed once so they both had it.
The two girls walked over to Amy and each gave her a gentle kiss. They softly said goodbye and agreed to text each other again. Amy managed to double check she had all her belongings, then made her way to the door and left.
What she did back at home was a blur, most likely had a late-night snack and shower, then passed out on the bed.
She slept in the following Saturday and enjoyed a lazy day at home. She ate junk food and watched tv shows, barely able to register what happened the night before.
She shocked herself that she went through with it, but also did not regret it. A moment for herself that brought up past emotions she thought were suppressed. Amy wanted to leave it at that.
On the Sunday, she prepared a late lunch/early dinner for her family and waited for them to return from the camping trip. But as excited as she was to see them again, it would soon be replaced with more panic.
An hour before they arrived, one of the girls texted Amy with a sweet message that they had fun and wanted to see her again. But followed by a picture of Amy’s spread legs up against the couch when the girl in the skirt was straddling her face. A picture Amy did not know was taken.
How could they take such a photo? What did she get herself into? The worst that could happen, happened!
Amy had to see them again and needed to figure out a way to delete that photo. Especially if they had more.
Find out more in the Fourth Part to Amy’s story – coming soon. Read Me Tonight Lesbian Sex Stories.